Submissions by HadesRising
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Fallen King
Come swiftly on death’s graveyard wings,
Grey skinned, mottled skin seeped in stench.
Out of the dusty catacombs
Arrives one of who the reaper brings.
Ancient times to burden Nazareth,
Shadowed things in the corner lament.
The passing of a king.
Wipe their faces of tears spent.
But he, the fallen, has come.
Now that the king has gone,
What will you do?
Will you continue to suffer
In his name?
Or will you choose to follow
The fallen one?
Drifting down on the winds from the south,
Many forming O’s with opened...
Grey skinned, mottled skin seeped in stench.
Out of the dusty catacombs
Arrives one of who the reaper brings.
Ancient times to burden Nazareth,
Shadowed things in the corner lament.
The passing of a king.
Wipe their faces of tears spent.
But he, the fallen, has come.
Now that the king has gone,
What will you do?
Will you continue to suffer
In his name?
Or will you choose to follow
The fallen one?
Drifting down on the winds from the south,
Many forming O’s with opened...
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The Oblivion Rose
The moon, she shines, like a shiver in the sky
With the breeze whispering through the trees.
Two lovers beneath the Watchful One’s gaze
Entwined like roses before the phase.
Sweet nothings to each others, only whispers
Then confessing vices during the vespers.
Beholding her beauty, pale skin, hair flaming red
Into her emerald eyes, to her he said,
“My beloved, you grant me such pleasures,
Of those times in the roses, I will treasure.”
So many times he chanted her name
For once a month, he would behold the flames.
Lo, and show him the...
With the breeze whispering through the trees.
Two lovers beneath the Watchful One’s gaze
Entwined like roses before the phase.
Sweet nothings to each others, only whispers
Then confessing vices during the vespers.
Beholding her beauty, pale skin, hair flaming red
Into her emerald eyes, to her he said,
“My beloved, you grant me such pleasures,
Of those times in the roses, I will treasure.”
So many times he chanted her name
For once a month, he would behold the flames.
Lo, and show him the...
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Not Alone
You come awake in the dead of night,
Not even a sound, not even a light.
But something uneasy creeps behind,
Slithering like a snake down your spine.
Suddenly, not so safe in your home,
The sick feeling of not being alone.
Can you see me looking in your window,
Or am I merely another shadow?
Look into the utter blackness through
The night and see me looking back
At you.
Not even a sound, not even a light.
But something uneasy creeps behind,
Slithering like a snake down your spine.
Suddenly, not so safe in your home,
The sick feeling of not being alone.
Can you see me looking in your window,
Or am I merely another shadow?
Look into the utter blackness through
The night and see me looking back
At you.
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In the Forest of Frolicking and f**king
Deep in the forests of Pan are secrets of nightly pleasures,
Lullabies of secret orgies.
God of the goat, pins you by the throat, gagging every night
On hairy goat phallus.
These are the origins of the Great God Pan’s stories.
Divine goddesses and horny satyrs dancing to the tunes
Whispering from Pan’s flute.
Teaching lessons of debauchery to those willing to
Learn orgasmic lures,
To lay down in moonlit pastures where juices stir.
Old tales of pagan rites performed under the winking
Stars, pin points of light....
Lullabies of secret orgies.
God of the goat, pins you by the throat, gagging every night
On hairy goat phallus.
These are the origins of the Great God Pan’s stories.
Divine goddesses and horny satyrs dancing to the tunes
Whispering from Pan’s flute.
Teaching lessons of debauchery to those willing to
Learn orgasmic lures,
To lay down in moonlit pastures where juices stir.
Old tales of pagan rites performed under the winking
Stars, pin points of light....
841 reads
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The Hunted written with Madame Lavender
Written for DUP Swingers Party Comp
The Hunted
Under the stairs
Comes one so fair.
A pale skin creature
With Nordic features
Walks into my lair.
What lies neath the skin
One can only dare surmise
Turmoil .waiting ..
So innocent.
Her days are spent
Under a red hood
Deep inside the wood
Beneath leaves that tint.
She smiles,
Wanly, faint
Flicker of something .
A sorcery,
That beckons me
To come from the dark ...
The Hunted
Under the stairs
Comes one so fair.
A pale skin creature
With Nordic features
Walks into my lair.
What lies neath the skin
One can only dare surmise
Turmoil .waiting ..
So innocent.
Her days are spent
Under a red hood
Deep inside the wood
Beneath leaves that tint.
She smiles,
Wanly, faint
Flicker of something .
A sorcery,
That beckons me
To come from the dark ...
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Succubus In Grace
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Burden
All she ever wanted was a perfect life,
A loving husband, for a lovely wife.
She would bare the burden through the years.
Taken for granted for all of the time
That she slaved away in the grime.
Wasting away in her flowing tears.
In tune with her bible.
Entombed in my lies.
Years and years of endless Whiskey,
A boozed maniac with a key.
I would bare hatred through all the years.
Glory in buzzed brain ways in the bars,
Fucking a skank bitch in a car.
The wife always knowing in her tears.
In...
A loving husband, for a lovely wife.
She would bare the burden through the years.
Taken for granted for all of the time
That she slaved away in the grime.
Wasting away in her flowing tears.
In tune with her bible.
Entombed in my lies.
Years and years of endless Whiskey,
A boozed maniac with a key.
I would bare hatred through all the years.
Glory in buzzed brain ways in the bars,
Fucking a skank bitch in a car.
The wife always knowing in her tears.
In...
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Wicked Little Shifter
She’s mumbling while slumbering in the darkest nights,
What is she seeing while dreaming if not of me?
Maybe Lunar rumors running to consume a
Fleeing and speed child who is screaming?
Under the blunders
Did I really know her?
Is she really innocent
Or is she quite mad?
Beckons me,
“Come hither.
Into my bed?”
I stay awake for the sake of seeing the snake.
If it is just in her mind, we will find the crossing line.
Chest rising and falling, the calling of the fallen.
Suddenly her eyes open, with her thighs and cries.
...
What is she seeing while dreaming if not of me?
Maybe Lunar rumors running to consume a
Fleeing and speed child who is screaming?
Under the blunders
Did I really know her?
Is she really innocent
Or is she quite mad?
Beckons me,
“Come hither.
Into my bed?”
I stay awake for the sake of seeing the snake.
If it is just in her mind, we will find the crossing line.
Chest rising and falling, the calling of the fallen.
Suddenly her eyes open, with her thighs and cries.
...
564 reads
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Death Lives
Do not fear death
For it comes for us all.
You can hide in a hole
But you are still it’s thrall.
No matter at your desk
Or in a war.
Death comes knocking
On your door.
A new born infant
Or a feeble old man.
Death is alive
In running sands.
Live your life ‘til it’s full
Of memories of days
When death seem far away
Until you’re chosen as the slain.
For it comes for us all.
You can hide in a hole
But you are still it’s thrall.
No matter at your desk
Or in a war.
Death comes knocking
On your door.
A new born infant
Or a feeble old man.
Death is alive
In running sands.
Live your life ‘til it’s full
Of memories of days
When death seem far away
Until you’re chosen as the slain.
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Once Upon A Time...
ENTERED IN MADAMELAVENDER'S FAIRY TALE COMP
Once Upon A Time...
High inside the moonlit tower
She waits for his return.
Listen to the laments of Belle
Inside her breast, she burns.
Midnight rambles among the brambles
A scent in the breeze.
A man once likened to a beast awaits the feast
Something moves in the leaves.
Once upon a time
A grand life in a fairy tale.
Now in time forgotten
A life of living Hell.
She whispers his name
To the cobwebbed rafters.
Belle curses them all...
Once Upon A Time...
High inside the moonlit tower
She waits for his return.
Listen to the laments of Belle
Inside her breast, she burns.
Midnight rambles among the brambles
A scent in the breeze.
A man once likened to a beast awaits the feast
Something moves in the leaves.
Once upon a time
A grand life in a fairy tale.
Now in time forgotten
A life of living Hell.
She whispers his name
To the cobwebbed rafters.
Belle curses them all...
642 reads
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Wormwood and Nightshade
WORMWOOD AND NIGHTSHADE
Through facades of trembling timbers, he can see the moon.
Witches’ laughter and lycan howls, they sing melodies of utter doom.
She spied him fantasizing of prophesized delicacies
Of bound virgins forced naked, bleeding on their knees.
Little daemon monkeys swinging in the trees
Handing out chocolate spiders as wicked treats.
Pale skin against the night clashing with starkness
A likeness of a noble man of god making deals
with the lord of darkness.
She has found her mating one inside the moaning wood...
Through facades of trembling timbers, he can see the moon.
Witches’ laughter and lycan howls, they sing melodies of utter doom.
She spied him fantasizing of prophesized delicacies
Of bound virgins forced naked, bleeding on their knees.
Little daemon monkeys swinging in the trees
Handing out chocolate spiders as wicked treats.
Pale skin against the night clashing with starkness
A likeness of a noble man of god making deals
with the lord of darkness.
She has found her mating one inside the moaning wood...
576 reads
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Marriage Consummation In a Burial Shroud
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